Doodlin' Lyrics
| Song | Doodlin' |
| Artist | Ray Charles |
| Album | The Great Ray Charles |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Silver | |
| Usin' the phone booth, | |
| Makin' a few calls, | |
| Doodlin' weird things, | |
| Usin' the booth walls. | |
| Got me a big date, | |
| Waitin' for my chick, | |
| Puttin' my face on, | |
| So she could look slick, | |
| I enjoy procrastinating | |
| 'Cause I'm busy while I'm waiting, | |
| Doodlin' away, doodlin away | |
| Sittin' and dinin' (dining) | |
| Dinner beginnin', | |
| Started designin' | |
| Usin' the linen, | |
| Talkin' to my date, | |
| Doodlin' my bit, | |
| Waiter got salty, | |
| Told me to please quit | |
| Told the waiter, "Don't be dizzy, | |
| "Can't you see I'm very busy, | |
| "Doodlin' away, doodlin' away." | |
| "Do you doodle all day?" | |
| Asked the waiter in his way, | |
| "Do you doodle all night?" | |
| Told the waiter he was right, | |
| "In your doodlin' way-" | |
| "That's the way I'm gonna stay," | |
| "Are you thinkin' things right?" | |
| "Doodlin' sheds a lot of light," | |
| "Don't know what I can do," | |
| "Ain't nothing you can do," | |
| "With old doodlin' you," | |
| "Doodin's all I want to do," | |
| That's for true! | |
| Why does every single thing I see | |
| Look exactly like a doodle to me? | |
| If I ever have a doubt | |
| What life is all about | |
| I get my pencil out and then commence to doodlin' | |
| And I find it real relaxing | |
| 'Specially when I feel that life is really taxing! | |
| 'Cause weird designs | |
| They only show what's going on | |
| In weirder minds | |
| Those when you doodle then your noodle's flying blind | |
| Every little thing that you write | |
| Just conceivably might | |
| Be a thought that you capture | |
| While coppin' a wink | |
| Doodlin' takes you beyond what you see | |
| When you write what you think. | |
| I'd feel so lost without my doodlin', | |
| Doodlin' really helps me ease my mind, | |
| I'd be tempest-tossed | |
| Without my doodlin', | |
| When I'm doodlin' there's one thing I find, | |
| Truly, I really really really really really truly truly wanna figure out | |
| What my doodlin's all about. | |
| Later the waiter | |
| Had me arrested, | |
| Took me to Bellevue, | |
| Where I was tested. | |
| Had me a doctor | |
| Probin' my noodle, | |
| 'Fore he was half-done, | |
| Taught him to doodle, | |
| Showed him hidden thoughts that linger | |
| Find an outlet through your finger, | |
| Doodlin' away, doodlin' away. | |
| Doctor was real nice, | |
| Told me to be cool, | |
| Looked at the waiter, | |
| Called him the real fool, | |
| Looked at my baby | |
| Told me he dug her, | |
| Got me to doodlin', | |
| So he could bug her, | |
| When he put his arms around her, | |
| Quite to his surprise he found her, | |
| Doodlin' away, doodlin' away | |
| We just doodle all day! |
| zuo ci : Silver | |
| Usin' the phone booth, | |
| Makin' a few calls, | |
| Doodlin' weird things, | |
| Usin' the booth walls. | |
| Got me a big date, | |
| Waitin' for my chick, | |
| Puttin' my face on, | |
| So she could look slick, | |
| I enjoy procrastinating | |
| ' Cause I' m busy while I' m waiting, | |
| Doodlin' away, doodlin away | |
| Sittin' and dinin' dining | |
| Dinner beginnin', | |
| Started designin' | |
| Usin' the linen, | |
| Talkin' to my date, | |
| Doodlin' my bit, | |
| Waiter got salty, | |
| Told me to please quit | |
| Told the waiter, " Don' t be dizzy, | |
| " Can' t you see I' m very busy, | |
| " Doodlin' away, doodlin' away." | |
| " Do you doodle all day?" | |
| Asked the waiter in his way, | |
| " Do you doodle all night?" | |
| Told the waiter he was right, | |
| " In your doodlin' way" | |
| " That' s the way I' m gonna stay," | |
| " Are you thinkin' things right?" | |
| " Doodlin' sheds a lot of light," | |
| " Don' t know what I can do," | |
| " Ain' t nothing you can do," | |
| " With old doodlin' you," | |
| " Doodin' s all I want to do," | |
| That' s for true! | |
| Why does every single thing I see | |
| Look exactly like a doodle to me? | |
| If I ever have a doubt | |
| What life is all about | |
| I get my pencil out and then commence to doodlin' | |
| And I find it real relaxing | |
| ' Specially when I feel that life is really taxing! | |
| ' Cause weird designs | |
| They only show what' s going on | |
| In weirder minds | |
| Those when you doodle then your noodle' s flying blind | |
| Every little thing that you write | |
| Just conceivably might | |
| Be a thought that you capture | |
| While coppin' a wink | |
| Doodlin' takes you beyond what you see | |
| When you write what you think. | |
| I' d feel so lost without my doodlin', | |
| Doodlin' really helps me ease my mind, | |
| I' d be tempesttossed | |
| Without my doodlin', | |
| When I' m doodlin' there' s one thing I find, | |
| Truly, I really really really really really truly truly wanna figure out | |
| What my doodlin' s all about. | |
| Later the waiter | |
| Had me arrested, | |
| Took me to Bellevue, | |
| Where I was tested. | |
| Had me a doctor | |
| Probin' my noodle, | |
| ' Fore he was halfdone, | |
| Taught him to doodle, | |
| Showed him hidden thoughts that linger | |
| Find an outlet through your finger, | |
| Doodlin' away, doodlin' away. | |
| Doctor was real nice, | |
| Told me to be cool, | |
| Looked at the waiter, | |
| Called him the real fool, | |
| Looked at my baby | |
| Told me he dug her, | |
| Got me to doodlin', | |
| So he could bug her, | |
| When he put his arms around her, | |
| Quite to his surprise he found her, | |
| Doodlin' away, doodlin' away | |
| We just doodle all day! |
| zuò cí : Silver | |
| Usin' the phone booth, | |
| Makin' a few calls, | |
| Doodlin' weird things, | |
| Usin' the booth walls. | |
| Got me a big date, | |
| Waitin' for my chick, | |
| Puttin' my face on, | |
| So she could look slick, | |
| I enjoy procrastinating | |
| ' Cause I' m busy while I' m waiting, | |
| Doodlin' away, doodlin away | |
| Sittin' and dinin' dining | |
| Dinner beginnin', | |
| Started designin' | |
| Usin' the linen, | |
| Talkin' to my date, | |
| Doodlin' my bit, | |
| Waiter got salty, | |
| Told me to please quit | |
| Told the waiter, " Don' t be dizzy, | |
| " Can' t you see I' m very busy, | |
| " Doodlin' away, doodlin' away." | |
| " Do you doodle all day?" | |
| Asked the waiter in his way, | |
| " Do you doodle all night?" | |
| Told the waiter he was right, | |
| " In your doodlin' way" | |
| " That' s the way I' m gonna stay," | |
| " Are you thinkin' things right?" | |
| " Doodlin' sheds a lot of light," | |
| " Don' t know what I can do," | |
| " Ain' t nothing you can do," | |
| " With old doodlin' you," | |
| " Doodin' s all I want to do," | |
| That' s for true! | |
| Why does every single thing I see | |
| Look exactly like a doodle to me? | |
| If I ever have a doubt | |
| What life is all about | |
| I get my pencil out and then commence to doodlin' | |
| And I find it real relaxing | |
| ' Specially when I feel that life is really taxing! | |
| ' Cause weird designs | |
| They only show what' s going on | |
| In weirder minds | |
| Those when you doodle then your noodle' s flying blind | |
| Every little thing that you write | |
| Just conceivably might | |
| Be a thought that you capture | |
| While coppin' a wink | |
| Doodlin' takes you beyond what you see | |
| When you write what you think. | |
| I' d feel so lost without my doodlin', | |
| Doodlin' really helps me ease my mind, | |
| I' d be tempesttossed | |
| Without my doodlin', | |
| When I' m doodlin' there' s one thing I find, | |
| Truly, I really really really really really truly truly wanna figure out | |
| What my doodlin' s all about. | |
| Later the waiter | |
| Had me arrested, | |
| Took me to Bellevue, | |
| Where I was tested. | |
| Had me a doctor | |
| Probin' my noodle, | |
| ' Fore he was halfdone, | |
| Taught him to doodle, | |
| Showed him hidden thoughts that linger | |
| Find an outlet through your finger, | |
| Doodlin' away, doodlin' away. | |
| Doctor was real nice, | |
| Told me to be cool, | |
| Looked at the waiter, | |
| Called him the real fool, | |
| Looked at my baby | |
| Told me he dug her, | |
| Got me to doodlin', | |
| So he could bug her, | |
| When he put his arms around her, | |
| Quite to his surprise he found her, | |
| Doodlin' away, doodlin' away | |
| We just doodle all day! |
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